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Chapter 1741 The God of Death¡¯s Reliance

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    "Master Ling!"

    After seeing the leader Ling Hao, Fengchi's hanging heart finally dropped, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

    "Lu Yue, take action, the messengers of Yin and Yang, kill them all!" Ling Hao told Lu Yue.

    "Okay!" Lu Yue responded, leading Qinglong, Canglang and others to disperse around.

    Lu Yue is now a third-grade extraordinary person. Even without using the magic sword, he can kill a sixth-grade extraordinary person with all his strength.

    The two hundred or so people left in the Yin Yang Sect, except for the God of Death and the two deputy sect leaders, are only the strongest in the mid-to-early stage, so naturally they are no match for Lu Yue.

    In the blink of an eye, five or six people were chopped into two pieces and fell down.

    "Brother Bai Ling, leave those two people to you!" Ling Hao then pointed at the two deputy sect leaders and spoke.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    Bai Ling screamed and rushed out quickly. At the same time, he opened his mouth and sprayed out several violent waves of air.

    "A bird dares to cause trouble, just die!"

    The tall old man among them didn't pay attention to Bai Ling at all. He raised his hand to form a shadow knife and slashed towards Bai Ling.

    However, the next moment, his expression stiffened.

    The phantom sword exploded instantly, and Bai Ling's offensive continued unabated, hitting his chest directly.

    Poof!

    After the old man looked up to the sky and spit out a large mouthful of blood, his whole body flew out violently. All the bones in his body were shattered and all the internal organs were displaced.

    After hitting the ground heavily, he spurted out a mouthful of blood again. He opened his mouth with difficulty but could not say a word. His head tilted and there was no movement.

    Eyes wide open, eyes open to death!

    He never thought that he would die in the hands of a bird!

    The faces of mother and son Fengchi and Fengjia also had extremely shocked expressions.

    A strong man who has entered the Taoist realm is not the enemy of a flying bird?  !

    This is too scary!

    Phew!

    After Bai Ling dealt with the opponent, he fanned his wings and rushed towards the other deputy sect leader.

    The old man saw his companion being killed instantly by Bai Ling. Naturally, he did not dare to fight head-on and quickly fled to the side.

    Naturally, Bai Ling didn't let him go so easily, so she gave him a cry and chased after him.

    "Die!" At this time, the God of Death roared, formed seals with his hands, and launched an offensive in Bai Ling's direction.

    "I'm sorry, you are the one who died!" Ling Hao's voice sounded at the same time, and then he raised his hand and pointed a finger at the other party.

    Boom!

    The offensives of both sides exploded at the same time, Ling Hao and the God of Death each swept away a distance of two to three hundred meters.

    "Um?!"

    After stabilizing his figure, the God of Death's pupils shrank for a while.

    He had already checked the martial arts aura on Ling Hao before, and it was only the third-grade extraordinary realm.

    He himself is a third-level Daoist, which is a whole level higher than Ling Hao. Naturally, he will not take Ling Hao seriously.

    But now, the opponent is forcing him back such a long distance. This is completely unreasonable!

    The first thought that came to his mind was that it must be because of the treasure in Ling Hao's body.

    "Boy, I underestimated you!" After calming down a little, the God of Death looked at Ling Hao and spoke.

    "However, even if you have that precious treasure to protect you, I will still kill you today to avenge the people of my Yin Yang Sect."

    "If you know the truth and hand over the treasure honestly, I can leave you a note of the whole body."

    "You should have made a special trip to wait for me today, right?" Ling Hao responded lightly.

    "I'm here now. If you have any trump cards, use them as soon as possible, otherwise you will have no chance!"

    He knew very well that the main target of Death's attack on Shengtian City must be him. The other party did not dare to go to Yuhong City to cause trouble, so luring him to Shengtian City was the best plan.

    And if the other party dares to come to Shengtian City to cause trouble, he must have known about the destruction of Shengtianmen before.

    At that time, although Mo Tian¡¯s cultivation level had declined, he could still mobilize the combat power of the fourth-level Taoist realm. If the God of Death had no trump card,

    ¡°I definitely wouldn¡¯t just come to Shengtian City like this.

    "You're not stupid!" Death replied coldly.

    After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked to the left: "You two, come out, let's find the treasure together!"

    As his voice fell, ripples appeared in the void not far away, and then two figures appeared,??A male and a female.

    ? It can be seen from the auras of the two people that one of them is in the fourth level of Taoism, and the other is in the late third level of Taoism.

    "Sign up!" Ling Hao looked at the two of them and narrowed his eyes slightly.

    "You're an unknown person, so don't mention it!" the old man in gray robes replied calmly.

    "The purpose of our coming today is just to see the true face of the treasure in your body. As long as you hand it over, we won't make it difficult for you!"

    ¡°I¡¯m afraid I¡¯ll disappoint you two!¡± Ling Hao responded.

    "What do you mean? Not willing? An external thing is more important than your own life?" the old man in gray robe continued.

    "It's not that you are unwilling, it's that you are not qualified to see that treasure!" Ling Hao replied lightly.

    "Haha, is that so?" The old man in gray robe narrowed his eyes slightly: "I wonder if that treasure will automatically come out to find other hosts if you die?"

    "You want my life, but you are not qualified either!" Ling Hao glanced at the other party.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    While he was speaking, Bai Ling flapped her wings and came to his side.

    The remaining deputy sect leader of the Yin Yang Sect was already lying on the ground, motionless, and had long since lost his breath.

    The God of Death subconsciously looked at the ground below, his face so gloomy that it was about to drip with water.

    His right-hand man, the two deputy sect leaders, all went to see the Lord of Hell in just a few minutes.

    "Do you think a bird can keep you safe?" The old woman glanced at Bai Ling and then looked at Ling Hao and said in a deep voice.

    "You can try it!" Ling Hao responded.

    "You two, stop talking nonsense with this kid, kill him, and the treasure will naturally be ours!" A cold light flashed in the eyes of the God of Death.

    "Since you don't have to drink wine as a penalty for toasting, then let it be as you wish!" The old man in gray robe said solemnly, and his aura quickly rose.

    "Zi Ling, I'll leave it to you!" Ling Hao said.

    Phew!

    As he finished speaking, a purple figure quickly rushed towards the gray-robed old man.

    "Huh?" The old man in gray robe was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

    Bang!

    A muffled sound was heard, and the old man in gray robe shot backwards two to three hundred meters away before stopping.

    "The origin of spiritual veins?"

    After seeing Zi Ling clearly, the gray-robed old man's pupils shrank slightly.

    After a short pause, he looked at Ling Hao and said: "You can actually make the source of the spiritual vein recognize the master, I really"

    "Damn old man, you talk too much, take another move from me!" While Zi Ling spoke, he dodged over.

    "Seeking death!" The old man in gray robe frowned and raised his hand to greet him.

    Afterwards, the two sides fought fiercely.

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